Silence...

After what felt like unending shouting and worthless confrontations, I found myself enjoying the silence of the afternoon with Hyun. The warm rays of the afternoon sun almost made it unbelievable how cold the air was, it was as if the comforting orange hue is trying to make us forget how cold the season of autumn was. And as the wind blew, I was only quite thankful I had brought my spare coat to warm the both of us.

Summer had come to pass, and now the chilling winter is slowly approaching; I, then wondered how fast time was, and why it felt so slow when I wanted it fast. Quite hard to understand, isn't it? What I'm trying to say was a common phrase for people who can't seem to be contented with the time. All of us had 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an hour, and 60 seconds for a minute, but even so, we still think how time is unfair, thinking how 'If I just had enough time, I would've been like him' or 'I'm so bored, I wish time is faster.' 

We all had those kinds of moments, right? When the time felt slower, and when the time felt so fast. It was slow when we're anxious or feeling bored, then it felt too fast when we're enjoying the moment. I supposed it is only right to say that humans are never content with what they have. I supposed that both Paulo Coelho and John Steinbeck are right when they quoted how humans are never satisfied.

Just with me, for example, just yesterday I was too anxious and conflicted, and I dare not talk back when Taehyung asked me for dinner. I was restless and kept on fidgeting, then and there I wished-- "Someone please run the time faster.", and when it ended, all I could feel was relief other than the uncomfortable turn at the pit of my gut. But now, as I spend this quiet little time with Hyun, all I wish was for the time to either slow down or actually, just plain out stop. I was selfishly wishing to have this little boy by myself, and I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about it. And I know, that if this moment somehow ended, and the day will come to a pass, all that will be left was the holes of sadness and longing for the presence I know will ne